The Band
There is a band called "Worries" in my head,
every time I close my eyes I can see them playing
the drummer plays the loudest,
one foot Bang Bang BANGing on the bass
one hand rippling the same beat between two snares,
and the other hand annoying the hell out of me
tappin on that triangle bell...
the guitarist standin on my brain,
plucking hard on the strings, literally pulling
got my hair fallin out on me...
this band called "Worries" got me stressin
can’t sleep, because at all times of the night
they be playin so loudly...
got me doubting if ill every dream
can't get no peace with the pianist bangin on those keys..
DUNT DUNT DUNT DUUUUUUH!!!
...and the lead singer aint no help singing
" worries ooo worries wont you please worry me!"
but the worst part of it all is when i realize
that the Lead singer, piano player, the guitarist and drum player
were all ME..!
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Copyright © Latoya Swinson | Year Posted 2012
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